| I've field tested this several times, and after a couple initial tweeks it works like a charm every time. I find that it works best when the wingman helps the PUA with the opener and then disappears for a short time; this way, when he (or she) comes back to the set, there is a level of familiarity and s/he can immediately interject into the conversation.
I've also found that it works best when the PUA is telling cocky funny stories as DHVs, though it does work when still attempting to obtain the social hook.
Wingman: Hey, I know this guy didn't tell you about his mishap with EMTs [down at the shore; at frat house X; on this cruise; wherever].
HBs: No, tell us!
PUA: Come on, you're not doing this to me (said with a smile and a lot of bravado... let the girls know that you want the story told while going through the obligatory motions).
Wingman: Damn straight I am, I owe you a couple! (a nice little tidbit when telling stories, lets the HBs know that the PUA is a bit of a bad boy, knows all the information, and isn't afraid to use it). So Grayson and I were playing beer pong for like two hours straight; I mean, we went on a sixteen game win streak. Here's the problem; I had to drive his ass home later, so I couldn't get too drunk. Neither of us wanted to give up on our run, so Grayson heroically decides to drink all the beer for our team. Mind you, this was at game five (HBs laugh, assuming the Wingman delivered the line properly). After our tenth win I wasn't sure how Grayson was still hitting cups. After our sixteenth win I wasn't sure how he was still conscious; the man can hold his liquor better than any I've seen. Anyway, the party runs out of beer and, clearly, it's time for us to leave. This is where we hit a snag. The front door lets out onto some concrete stairs that lead to the sidewalk. Grayson, for whatever reason, decides that these stairs are a good place to take a quick piss. He unzips and does his business, but after finishing just stands there, staring blankly. He wobbles, teeters a little, and falls forward, rolling all the way down the stairs!
Here is where the PUA needs to play his roll. Lean back, put a knowing smile on your face, and make it show that you're waiting for the big finish. The wingman should pause at this point to allow the HBs to push for more of the story.
HBs: So... what happened?
Wingman: So I freak out; I mean, Grayson had just fallen down a flight of concrete stairs and wasn't moving. I run down to check on him, and with the exception of a couple scratches, he seemed OK, though unconscious. Someone in the house had called 911 already, so I just stood there and waited. Slowly, but noticeably, Grayson just starts to smile, but he doesn't wake up... I assume this is good, that he's just passed out from being drunk and not from hitting his head. Then, out of the corner of my eye, I see something... and then I remember that he had never 'put himself away' after taking that piss. There we are in the sidewalk, Grayson passed out and me waiting for an ambulance, and his cock is pointed 9 inches in the air for all to see!
That's the substance of the story. After everyone has a good laugh the HBs will probably ask what happened next. The Wingman should just play it off... the EMTs arrived, were a little surprised at the PUAs erectness, but carted him off for a quick eval anyway. The PUA didn't need his stomach pumped or anything and was released a few hours later.
If you're the PUA and you're not well endowed, don't worry... it's not lying, it's flirting. If you are well endowed... now everyone knows it.
~Grayson
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